By Nick Pusloski


Well if it works in the Coast Guard it's gotta work in my house .........

At my "residence," when someone comes to the quarterdeck and rings the bell, the QMOW answers. Asking permission to come aboard, they enter. I check the watchlist to see who is standing duty that night. Come to find out, I have galley duty. Is there enough bugjuice?

I get some gripe from the crew about what is on the chow line. The youngest one, since he has the most mouth about it, gets scullery duty. Either that or mast. And if he goes to mast again, the Captain predicts restriction to quarters, and fine as well as extra duty. The little one goes to the scullery.

I see that since the "Admiral" left for good, I also have to do the decks.

On Friday's, we field-day, and then stand-by for CO's material inspection at 0800 on Saturday. During the last inspection, which also included a seabag inspection, it was discovered that someone (scullery man) has been stashing contraband in his bunk. Those candy wrappers bring swift "reward." Scullery duty Friday night too.

The trash detail has to get going here, the stuff is overunning the ship.

The crew sometimes get a little crusty. The little one bristled when I told him to go and get one-fathom of shore line. Know what his reply was? "We're in Kansas, there is no shore line!" That little seapuppy! Scullery duty and trash detail for him for the week! He complains about it, but I figure a bitching sailor is a happy sailor!

Well, tonight for chow, we are getting underway for a foreign port. I think Scotland. Yes, Scotland it is. McDonalds here we come. Casting off is next to impossible. The lines are securely fastened and very tough to disengage, so we take the Captain's small boat. On the way, we stop at the fuel depot to top off tanks. Ahhh, the feeling of being free and underway!

Civilians around these parts do not understand colors or taps. They are not fond of my 2000 reports either, and reveille really gets them going. Too bad! My neighbors, landlubbers all, are good people, but they are just going to have to change their way before the lashing starts if they don't tow the line and get onboard with things!

Yes, the life of a retired sailor - the next best thing to being there.

Purloined from Fred's Place and republished by permission of the author.


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